Chapter 823 The increasingly blurred boundaries

A minute later, Pittman felt that he couldn't stand it anymore and patted Byron's arm: "Just cry for a while, we still have to work."

"When did I cry? ?" Byron stared at the little old man in front of him, "I just couldn't control my emotions because of my excitement!"

"Just pretend I didn't see it," Pitman muttered. As he muttered, he handed Byron a handkerchief, "Wipe it quickly, don't go out and let your soldiers see it."

"You have never raised a child, you don't understand..."

Pittman rolled his eyes: "Who hasn't raised one? Didn't I raise Amber? She didn't learn to speak until she was nearly ten years old, and I didn't react as much as you did at the time."

"It was a little... numb at first..." Wandou said with some effort, but her voice soon became smoother. It was just a sound synthesized by a sound-generating device, but it seemed to have more and more vivid emotions in it, "Now...it's much better..."

"That's good, that's good," Byron said repeatedly, and then asked Wandou to turn around and look at the metal nerve cord that was quietly attached to the back of his adopted daughter's neck, "Will this be heavy? Will it be uncomfortable if worn for a long time?"

“Of course there is some weight,” Pittman said. “After all, the weight-reduction rune requires additional energy supply, and it is very difficult to integrate the nerve cord and brain wave interaction mechanism into such a small device. Barely, there is no extra space to allocate to weight-reducing runes - we will gradually improve this defect in subsequent models."

"I think...it's okay," Wandou gestured. She said - even though she could already make a sound, the habit she had developed over the past years made her still subconsciously gesture with her hands when speaking, "It's not very heavy, and it's not tiring."

" Of course, although there is no way to add weight-reducing runes, we tried to use lighter materials as much as possible, and the overall weight is still acceptable." Pittman pinched a few strands of beard on his chin with a proud look on his face Smile, "After all, this thing needs to be promoted to ordinary people. Comfort and ease of use are very important criteria."

With a bright smile on his face, Byron couldn't help but rub his hands and said : "Today is a memorable day... I'm going to have a few drinks to celebrate when I go back..." As soon as he finished speaking, the pea next to him couldn't help but frown, and his nerves were thorny. A complaining voice came from the device: "Dad, you drink too much! How many times have I told you to stop drinking, why don't you listen?"..."

Byron's face suddenly looked a little embarrassed. He was about to speak, but Wandou's follow-up words were obviously not finished yet:

"And it was obviously you who gave up drinking for the first time. You said that, and you patted your chest and said you would definitely quit within a month. It has been two years now, and you haven’t quit at all...

"You are not young anymore, you know, your white hair They have more black hair! The newspapers have talked about the disadvantages of drinking too much. Don’t you always say that Mr. Godwin is a learned man and what he says makes sense? Why don’t you listen to it..."< /p>

Byron looked embarrassed. As soon as he said the word "I", he heard another string of peas crackling:

"And you always go to bed without taking a shower recently." , you want me to urge you to go, but you still don’t take care of your beard, and you want me to help you sort out your clothes when you go out every day. I really don’t know how you usually live outside. Didn’t you say that discipline in the army is strict?

“Uncle Phillip came back two days ago, and you took him to drink, and you said you wanted to introduce Uncle Phillip to some young girls—several classmates and I were also there! Dad, you don’t pay attention to the impact at all. Last time Ms. Kelly came to the house, you came out in your pajamas and shocked Ms. Kelly. She is my teacher...

" And last time, you finally took a vacation, but you had to..."

"Stop, stop, stop...stop!" Byron finally looked at the opportunity and shouted stop again and again, finally fighting. After stopping Wandou's thoughts, Wandou looked at Pittman in confusion, "What's going on...can this nerve thorn also affect Wandou's character?!"

Wandou stared at it. Looking at Byron and Pittman, his face was filled with the expression "I have something to say, but now I can't bear to listen to you." Pittman glanced at Byron with a strange expression and said hesitantly: "I think... this It's not that it affects her character, but she already has so much to say..."

"That's right," Wandou said before Byron could speak. It was obvious that she had adapted quickly to the nerve thorns. It's very fast, and now I can speak extremely fluently with it, "I have a lot to say! It's just that I can't say it normally. I write slowly, and I can't speak clearly with gestures, and dad, you don't pay attention at all..."< /p>

Then there was another series of crackling words, and this time Byron didn’t even have a chance to interrupt.

Pitman looked at Byron in astonishment with an expression of sympathy and helplessness, and the expressions of the assistants and researchers around him were also wonderful - almost all the people here knew Wandou, and knew this man who had a miserable background. They are hard-working and sensible children. In their impression, Peas have always been quiet and well-behaved, and they never caused trouble when cooperating with experiments in the research institute. But apparently, Nervous Thorn successfully made everyone realize the other side of Peas——

She usually doesn't speak, but she has a lot of words in her stomach.

After being slapped in the face by peas and chanting for a while, Byron’s expression became particularly exciting, and he couldn’t laugh or cry.Looking around, he found that most of the people were watching the fun, and everyone had a smile on their face that was not malicious but made him particularly embarrassed. Pittman also smiled and asked him: "Do you regret it a little? ”

Byron opened his mouth and glanced at Wandou, who was standing next to him and looked particularly happy because he had spoken out what he had been accumulating in his heart. The embarrassed expression on his face finally turned into a smile. .

"I'm sorry," he said with a smile, "I think this is good."

Wandou immediately looked over with wide eyes: "Dad, you just said dirty words ! How many times has Uncle Philip told you to pay attention to your behavior? Even if you don’t consider your identity, you should pay attention to the impact on me... Fortunately, I was not affected by you, otherwise..."

Byron : "..."

After the new round of bombing finally ended, Byron looked at Pittman a little dazedly: "Then...can we leave now?"

"Okay, there are no more test items today," Pitman said while suppressing a smile. "The practicality of neural thorns will be confirmed during subsequent use. In the next half month, we will pay attention to the adaptability of peas to neural thorns. , pay attention to their sleeping conditions and whether there is any allergic reaction in the skin near the skull base contact point. In addition, the nerve thorns should be brought to us for examination every ten days to confirm the activity changes of the artificial nerve cord. Other than that, there is nothing to pay attention to. Yes, Wandou can wear it often and feel if it has any inconvenience in daily life."

Byron and Wandou listened carefully and took Pitman's instructions to heart. After a few seconds of silence, Byron suddenly said: "...I am about to set off to the north. The official order has been issued and I will set off in three days."

Winter is coming to an end, and I am worried about the northern coast. The task of developing and preparing the Imperial Navy will begin in the spring. Byron has known about this before, and recently, the order personally signed by the Imperial Head of State was finally sent to him.

This is not a secret mission. News such as the construction of North Port and the development of the northern border have appeared in newspapers and radio programs a few days ago. Wandou has also known about it for a long time. She sipped Mouth, raised his head and glanced at Byron, but there was only a slow, unhappy tremor coming from the speaker.

"The peas are big enough to take care of themselves." Pittman looked at this special father and daughter, as if he suddenly saw that a few years ago, Cecil City was just a "Cecil City" When "opening up the camp", he saw the middle-aged knight who was busy with the sudden addition of an adopted daughter, and the little girl who was silent and obedient and nervous about the surrounding environment. Several years passed before his eyes. The old Druid, who had a lot of life experience, smiled and shook his head, "We will also take care of her."

"Thank you in advance," Byron said, and then suddenly exhaled. , laughed somewhat self-deprecatingly, "Why am I so sentimental all of a sudden? I don't usually feel so emotional when I go out..."

"TodayIt's the day when a daughter calls her daddy for the first time. Every father will do this." Pittman looked at Byron with a familiar expression. "Don't worry, wait until one day she starts to bother you. She dislikes you for not taking a shower or your clothes. Sloppy, I think you can't keep up with the rhythm of young people, and I will only criticize you all day long, and then you won't have so many emotions..."

Byron thought for a while, He glanced at Wandou awkwardly: "But I think she dislikes me now. "

Pitman: "..."

"And you spoke in such detail, is it because you are very experienced? "

Pittman: "...If you have nothing to do, leave quickly and don't disturb my old man's experiment! ”

Soon, Byron left with the peas, and only Pittman and the technicians led by him were left in the laboratory.

The assistants began to sort out the things they had just used. equipment, as well as organizing the detailed process of Pea's use of neural thorns into the information that will be used later. Pittman shook his head and walked to a cabinet with a crystal glass partition.

In the cabinet, there are several spare neural thorn devices placed quietly on the stands, with cold metal reflections shining under the light in the cabinet.

There was a slight sound of the gate sliding. From a distance, Kamel, glowing with blue arcane light, floated into the room.

"I just saw Byron and Pea in the corridor," Kamel floated towards Peter. Man said, "The pea is wearing a neural thorn - it seems like it is already working normally? "

"It went very well," Pittman laughed, "and you missed a very exciting part. "

"For me, the success of this project is exciting enough in itself," Kamel said hummingly, while also looking at the cabinet next to Pittman and looking at Of those neural thorn devices, "are there still three sets of finished products left... we should be able to move on to the next step." "

"Combine neural thorns with type II magic terminals to create a magician who can truly cast spells..." Pittman's expression became rarely serious, as if he was talking to himself. , "At this point, the boundary between extraordinary people and ordinary people has almost disappeared..."

"Ordinary people will not only release specific spells by pressing the buttons of the machine. , can also sense magic like a real mage, and can use his own thoughts and spirit to guide extraordinary power. This will be an essential breakthrough and what we have always wanted to achieve..." Kamel's tone Not without emotion, "By that time, 'extraordinary' may no longer be called 'extraordinary', and it will truly become a power that every mortal is qualified to touch. "

"It took seven hundred years for the Mortal Death Society and the Eternal Sleeper to complete its pre-requisite technology - although this was not their original purpose, we can thank them at this time," Peter Man winked, "The brain-computer connection is the most difficult part for ordinary people to sense magic and control spells., Neural Thorn has solved this problem, and the next work will be much simpler. "

"Let's get started," the blue light on Kamel's body gradually became brighter, and his tone rose, becoming particularly happy and full of motivation, "We still have a lot to do. ”